Friday, April 28, 2017 will always be indelible on my heart and in my memory for a situation I never wished for. Jeh Nyan (being your native (Wedabo) name), the fallen Commissioner of the Township of West Point of Liberia!
The youngest male Commissioner of the ‘Key’ (a characteristic name for West Point) since the creation of the community in the 1960s!
Highly educated product of the Wedabo ethnic group of Grand Kru County! Your educational records—B.Sc in Economics at the University of Liberia and Master’s Degree (Cum Lade) in Accounting at the University of Liberia (2016-2017 academic year)—has nullified some persons’ claim that Wedabo people can’t perform with academic distinction.
And your top post at Eco-Bank (Liberia), the Ministry of Finance, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has demystified people’s opinion that (educated) Wedabo people do not go above ‘Office Assistance’ position in organizations established by other people.
Your appointment as the Commissioner of the Township of West by President Ellen Sirleaf in 2015 (replacing Madam Miatta Flowers) is a testament that Wedabo people in the ruling party are not restricted to “document dispatching” for the party.
Sampson, I was told death passed through Cold (Pneumonia) you contracted in China where you were on a three-month study of the Great Wall of China. Is that true? Is it natural Cold or diabolical Cold?
I know our community too well on the diabolical Cold—the type of chill from one of the witches or wizards that were plenty in our good community—and still are. Why did God—the Giver and Respecter of life—spare show mercy to these kinds of persons by saving them from hunger, cholera or armed persons’ weapons that sniffed out the lives of thousands during the civil war?
God will tell me or any of your other living friends one day—not in the distant future—what kind of Cold death crept through to reach you.
My childhood friend Sampson! I imagine our growing together in the Township of West Point in the late 80s—playing marble or football in the ‘gika’-controlled sand. Our playground was on ‘Battle Field’ (West Point’s only sports pitch then) opposite the Nathaniel Varney Massaquoi School. Or in front of Bible Way Church whose Elementary school I attended and graduated from.
During the marble or football contest we sometime fought—which is common with kids. But, minutes later, we would soon forget the altercation and begin ‘stiming’ or ‘rolling’. And start defending each other against another person picking a fight against you or me.
My kinsman (Wedabo ethnic group) Sampson! I remember us always speaking our dialect (Wedabo) to each other whenever we met in our Office in the West Point Township’s Hall. Speaking the dialect connected us to our ancestral home (Wedabo Chiefdom)—far away from Monrovia and Montserrado County. Many of your office staff members or your visitors listening to us ‘ringing’ Wedabo would often marvel at our ‘ancestral-home-going’ through the vernacular.
Sampson, couldn’t you overpower death for at least a year so that you and I complete our common project—transformation of minds of West Point’s youth against social vices? What we plan was to turn the young people’s mind from terrifying survival methods (robberies) to honorable methods (using their God-given talents).
This is the project we discussed at the launch of my Liberian educational problems-and-solutions fictional book, titled Grade Sin, in West Point on Saturday, August 6, 2016. The photo I used for this tribute is you making Welcome Remarks at the launch at the launch of Grade Sin. The photo is to remind you about your interest in any of my intellectual projects aimed at drawing the attention of outsiders who often proclaim, “Nothing good can come from West Point.”
Sampson, majority of these currently-bad youth used to love you and often expressed their willingness to change. This love was shown in their release to you the mobile phone of the book launch program Master of Ceremony (Ms. Ade Kekula) snatched on the launching day. You went to their hide-out in the community to get the phone.
Sampson, another project you and I talked about is to carry out educational projects in our part of Grand Kru County, which is the most educationally disadvantaged place for the Government of Liberia’s education programs to the entire Grand Kru County. You suggested we should start first with free writing and reading materials to the Wedabo settlement.
But! You’ve gone.
Please be with me on my search of your physical replacement for these two projects: West Point’s Attitudinal Change and Wedabo Education Revival.
Sampson, I was told you will be buried on the 13th day of May (Saturday). I will be there to bid you safe journey to the great beyond.
Farewell, my brother. May He who giveth and taketh accept you in His abode.
Sampson, will we meet again?